This is a song about "Self driving cars"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Its been driving me crazy lately

Please boo what's your size crazy

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops